In the face of this unexpected enemy, Sboro was clearly unprepared, he was fit to hatch a plot in the dark, and when he was naked in the sun, his weakness and shortcomings were revealed.

Sborough immediately ordered a retreat, and at this point he did not want to care about the lives of the rebels, so he led the Templars to the front line, turned his horse's head and began to flee.

The White Wolf did not want to waste the Night Wolf's special darts on these minions after successfully killing a Templar, and his eyes were quickly fixed on the lavishly decorated carriage.

The Templars moved very quickly, and no matter how weak the cavalry was, they were also cavalry, and the Templars' usual training did not fall behind, not to mention that it was a matter of life and death. In the eyes of the white wolf, according to the actions of the Templars, he immediately saw that the carriage heavily protected by the Templars was definitely a big fish.

The white wolf had only ten darts left in his arms, and he thought about it, but it would not be difficult to stop the carriage from moving on.

In an instant, the four darts were shot, all of which pierced the necks of the four horses pulling the cart in front of the carriage, and the four horses fell in response, and the carriage lost power and stopped moving forward.

"Beautiful!" The white wolf muttered to himself.

Without waiting for the White Wolf to be proud of his victory, the Templars immediately responded with a defensive defense, replacing their bows and arrows and shooting towards the woods where the White Wolf was hiding. At the same time, some Templars replaced the carriages with spare horses.

The defense of the carriage became tighter, and the Templars' loss of the dart had not attracted the attention of the Templars, but this time when the enemy's target shifted to Sboro, they immediately became vigilant and switched to bows and arrows to block the enemy's further attack on Sboro.

The white wolf reacted very quickly, and he quickly jumped to a tree behind him, facing away from the rain of arrows, and using the thick trunk as his shield.

Seeing that the enemy in the shadows had been silent for a long time, the rain of arrows was getting smaller, this was not a game or a movie drama, each Templar was only equipped with forty feathered arrows, and after shooting, it was really gone. Forty feather arrows are already relatively equipped in the cavalry, and today's Zhongzhou iron cavalry is only a decent allocation of thirty per capita, and the Xuanjia heavy cavalry that was specially born for charging the battle is only equipped with twenty feather arrows for occasional needs.

"Over there!" Another Templar was attacked and fell, and a glowing arrow pierced his breastplate, causing the Templars to quickly change direction and fire several more volleys.

This kind of salvo is actually very unmarkable, but they have no choice, the enemy is hiding in the shadows, and they can only rely on the rain of arrows generated by the salvo of bows and arrows to limit the enemy's terrifying killing ability.

The person in the shadows was definitely not just a white wolf, the other night wolves also gave up the senseless crushing battle with the rebels head-on after hearing the wolf howl, and rushed to the rear one after another, their target was the remnants of these holy sects.

"Well done Arrow Wolf!" The white wolf recognized the special arrow, and the timely arrival of the help helped him divert a lot of the enemy's attention.

The white wolf touched back into the tree again, and from above he could see that the Templars had almost replaced the carriage with new horses. At this time, it dawned on him that simply killing the horses pulling the cart would not make much difference, after all, the Templars must have enough spare horses as a fully formed cavalry team, at least more than his darts.

It can't be wasted like this, the white wolf understood, and his goal was changed to the wheels of the carriage, and the carriage that Siboro rode in was designed as a four-wheeled carriage in order to improve comfort and stability, and the white wolf saw the opportunity and sent a few darts to those wheels.

With the power to pierce through the Templars' armor, the dart pierced into the wheels of the carriage with unmistakable accuracy, successfully jamming the wheels of the carriage, and the carriage, which had just been replaced with new horses, stopped again.

It was easy to change horses, but there were no wheels to spare, and this time the Templars were once again on the defensive, using a rain of arrows to drive away the night wolves that were hiding in the shadows, while also acting as a barrier for Sborough.

The wheels were jammed, and the carriage became extremely difficult, and Siboro knew that this time he could no longer hide comfortably in the carriage, so he chose to get out of the carriage and change horses.

Of course, the white wolf would not let go of such a good opportunity, Siboro was the head of the Templars who commanded it, and as long as Siborough died, the combat power of these Templars would be greatly reduced. However, it was clear that the Templars were determined to protect Sborough, and they rained frantically at the woods on either side, despite the limited number of feathered arrows.

At this time, Lin Hanyu also arrived with his soldiers and horses, and the frontal battlefield had already been dealt with, and the rebels facing several times his own strength were not opponents at all after the Templars were involved. And Lin Hanyu also took the thousand cavalry that had been gathered together and began to rush the Templar formation.

The two sides fought in the narrow terrain, and even though Lin Hanyu only had a thousand cavalry under his command, he took the lead and rushed to the front line, turning into a sharp spear and stabbing fiercely into the Templars' defenses.

On the other hand, the Templars had to not only defend against the thousands of cavalry led by Lin Hanyu, but also had to be on guard against the devastating and accurate stray arrows and darts that flew in secretly.

"To the west, to the west!" Sborough was finally helped onto his horse by a Templar, who ordered that to the west was a barren forest, uninhabited, and the best place to hide. At this time, it is unrealistic to think about getting rid of the pursuers, whether it is those highly skilled assassins, or those who have been waiting here for a long time in a premeditated manner, it is enough to prove that these people in front of them are definitely the elite of the Lanhe Empire.

They are night wolves.

There were countless remorsees in Siboro's heart, he shouldn't have underestimated the night wolf's ability, but now it was too late to regret it, he had to get out as soon as possible.

Of course, the white wolf would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the dart shot and went straight to the exposed Siboro, who was sitting on horseback. On the other side, the arrow wolf also thought the same, and both of them firmly grasped this opportunity, and the dark arrow also flew out of the woods at that end.

If there was no drama in life, there would be a lot less laughter, but if there was no drama in war, there would be a lot less enemies. The white wolf's dart hit the arrow, and the dart bounced to the other side, and the arrow did not pierce Sboro's heart accurately, but deflected to Sboro's left shoulder. The darts also unloaded a large amount of the arrow's force, causing Sboro to suffer only a few startles and minor injuries.

"Hey!" The white wolf was very dissatisfied with this coincidental result, and he shouted directly over there.

(End of chapter)